Willow Tree

There the Willow stands Across the stretching lands Mossy green against the sky They have a secret deep down inside Silently they wish for more Upon some Island, some distant shore And so it weeps, and so it cries Turning away from endless skies Arching branches, just like wings To fly away, to better things

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